Chapter Six
Stacey had a man she was afraid of—and who’d laughed in her face when she’d hit him—licking her between her legs. Dangerous, sexy, and insanely hot. She’d known it from the moment she’d first laid eyes on him. There were almost no words to describe the bliss. No one else in her entire life would have dared push her up against a wall and take what he wanted.
The edginess of it drove her excitement to the limit.
Troy was all muscle and sheer, raw dominance, the touch of his tongue against her clit, sure and passionate. He ate her like she was an ice cream melting in the sun and he didn’t want to miss a drop. He licked every part of her he had access to with a feral craving. She rolled her hips forward, wanting everything he could give her, the sensation his tongue created blotting out all rational thought.
He clearly liked having his face mashed up against her pussy. He might be a terrifying biker, the type she’d never associate with in real life, but that hadn’t stopped him getting on his knees to give her pleasure.
Each touch of his tongue speared greater desire through her, making her wetter, more open, more vulnerable. And yet, she couldn’t get enough. She moaned and opened her legs wide, tilting her hips forward for him.
He stuck his tongue inside her, and she gasped, the thrill of it zinging up her spine. Then he closed his lips over her clit and sucked it, licking it over and over until the world shrank to just him and her and what he was doing to make her surrender to his will.
The orgasm, when it hit her, came in a flash of bright lights behind her eyeballs. She groaned deep and loud, sucking in air just before another slammed into her. He slid his fingers deep inside and curled them forward, rubbing them up and down while his tongue worked her clitoris. Another orgasm exploded in the core of her, racing up her spine and lighting fireworks in her mind. Her legs were trembling so badly she wanted to pull away, but his hot tongue kept circling her clit, finding more sensitive nerve endings, until yet another orgasm followed the others. Her fingers clenched in his hair while her whole body tensed and spasmed until finally she was so spent she started to sink to the ground.
He stood and swept her up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed. He could have done anything to her in that moment. Stuck that big cock of his anywhere. She wanted it. Needed it. Craved it.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he placed her on his bed against the wall side, doubtless so she couldn’t get out easily, and cradled her like she was something…precious. She was wrapped in a cocoon of man muscle, her pussy throbbing for his cock.
She could hear him breathing evenly, steadily, as if her crying out and writhing hadn’t even affected him. Hell!
How could he be so damn calm?
So unaffected?
“I want you, Troy.” She rolled toward him so that she could see into his eyes and feel his breath on her face. She’d never been much into sex, but with Troy, it was…different.
She really wanted him.
“Go to sleep, Stacey.” He clicked off the light and pressed up against her again, so she was pinned between him and the wall. He curled his big body alongside hers, his arms holding her tight, the hard length of him pressing into her mons. Hell, she could probably rub herself against him and come again.
How could she sleep when she yearned for him so badly?
His scent surrounded her, and she could smell her musk on his face, too. Somehow, the mingling of their bodies seemed…right. She slid her hand down between them until she could circle her fingers around his cock.
He was big and hard—not that she’d expected anything different from such a well-formed, sexy man. It seemed ironic that such a fierce man could be so tender.
“Don’t you want me?” she whispered.
“Go to sleep. Don’t make me tell you again.” His voice was little more than a growl.
“I can’t sleep. I need you. You’ve made me want you.” She traced her fingers around him, taking his shaft and moving her hand up and down.
“We’re not fucking, Stacey. You were right about me. I am a bastard. You’re not to get attached to me.”
Was he serious right now? “I have no intention of falling in love with you, so don’t flatter yourself.”
He was really telling her no?
She curled her fingers around his balls, weighing them in her hand, getting to know him by feel, then sliding her hand around his cock. He was the most beautifully formed man she’d ever touched.
He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. In the faint light, his face was hard, his jaw clenched as if he were fighting with himself. “You will. Sex is different for a woman. You get…attached.”
“I won’t. I might be naive, but I’m not stupid,” she said.
He hadn’t taken her hand from his cock, so she slid hers up and down his length, savoring the soft, silky feel of his skin juxtaposed against the hard-as-steel core.
He sighed. “The moment I get Lizzie, you’re going home to New York, away from the brothers, well away from me.”
“I told you, I’m not going home. I’m staying in New Orleans, and short of killing me, you can’t stop me. I’ve inherited a business, and I need to run it.” She circled her finger around the head of his cock, gathering up his pre-cum and licking it off her forefinger. It tasted sweet. Delicious. For the first time in her life, she wanted to do more.
He stared at her as if he couldn’t believe she wouldn’t automatically obey him. “You’ll do what I tell you to do.”
“Or what, Troy?” She raised her chin and laughed. What was it about men that they thought they could tell her how to run her life? It annoyed the crap out of her.
She’d show him.
She bent over and licked the head of his cock. She loved his scent. It hit her in the core, making her clench her pussy muscles with sharp-edged need and a wildness she hadn’t known she possessed.
He reached down and gripped her hair to pull her mouth off him. “I’ll tie you up and dump you back at Commander Jones’s feet.”
“You know my stepfather?” That made her pause.
“I did my research before I snatched you. Wealthy trust-fund mother who made a bad marriage with your businessman father, now slumming it with a military man.”
“She loved my father, but he was impossible to live with,” Stacey said defensively. “At least for Mom. And how dare you say she’s slumming it? I’m proud of our military men and women.”
“So, you’re not such a princess as you seem?”
“I already told you that, and if you bothered to get to know me, you’d understand I love to work hard, and I’m damned stubborn when crossed.”
He kept his harsh grip on her hair. “But I don’t want to get to know you.”
“Well, it’s too damned late, seeing as you’ve already had your face mashed into my pussy.”
He pulled her off his cock.
Maybe he was afraid she’d bite him. The bastard deserved it. Either way, he didn’t want her giving him head. She turned on her side and stroked him up and down instead because she couldn’t stop touching him, even though he annoyed the hell out of her.
He grunted, lay back and relaxed, and her effort was rewarded with a deep, masculine groan.
She gripped his cock harder and began to work it. In the dim light, she saw his lips curve up. He reached down and covered her hand with his, helping her find a rhythm. She was pretty new at this and appreciated the guidance. His eyelids shuttered, and he thrust into her hand, his buttocks stiffening as the pace grew faster. He had well-formed pecs and a washboard abdomen with hard musculature.
He was striking.
She raised herself on her elbow to see this powerful man lose himself, while her own pussy pulsed with need. After the intense orgasms, she’d swear there was a hollow in the core of her that only he could satisfy. She wanted to taste him, to mount him, to be lost in the sensation of having him inside her, even if it was for just one night.
His big hand squeezed over hers so tightly it almost hurt, and he worked his cock with a violent pace until he let out a primeval groan and her hand became hot and wet with his cum.
She could hear him breathing hard. She sat up, looking him over. What a superb supine machine he was. But too dangerous for her, and too damned commanding.
Long term, she wanted the things any normal woman wanted—a husband and kids. Troy didn’t fit that pretty family picture. Mating with Troy would be like trying to tame a lion.
“Why are you looking at me?” he asked.
Admiring you. “Stay there. I’ll get a cloth.”
He didn’t try and stop her, so she padded into the bathroom, found a hand towel, wet it, and squeezed it out. She came back in and sat next to him, wiping away the stickiness.
“That feels good,” he said, his eyes hooded.
She noticed his voice had lost its rough and threatening edge. The hard lines on his face had lessened, and the tightness around his jaw was gone.
She wiped his hands, leaned forward, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. She wanted to get him on her side and make him like her.
Not because she could see a future together. Hell, no.
But she had to find a way to save her brother. Because when Troy found Brian, she was terrified he would kill him.